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at rolling up
But you did, you did
You did for me

We treat car like safehouse
Cop drive by can't see tint too rich
I don't know why you freaking out
Yea, girl

house we pass by
Only 5 past the limit
Seeing all this poverty brought by a lack of property
So, I hope we lay the foundations to last the ages
As I sound

Rocks the whole crowd, they can't stop
Ladies wave and rave like slaves
With this sound wave the guys misbehave
I pave a road where the poems explode from

constantly!

Yo on some real shit
They wish they could live like this
They all stuck off the realness
They pray they could be this good
Bend down on some real

you was playing it dummy with
My dawg told me stay dangerous I'm a pit
Bitch I'm a ruler
Aye
Look at my damn face
I can't smile too much with all this

scuffles but I ain't get touched
In Manhattan, I think I'll do brunch
Now I'm back, I'm bout to light this blunt
Wood after wood, damaged lungs
Good in my

On this beat gotta start by
Getting this off my mind put this out in
The open nothing to hide behind
People ask me, "Quick Mick where'd you get
Your

sight
I'm hardly thinking of me
I guess I'll wait and, I'll see
Kiss me and say you understand
That's the place to be
I hate that you fucking love me by

this the remix

We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta

supposed to be this way
I don't know but I like to think I had a good heart
Misunderstood the art of people
Cuz I doodled, stribbled on them and restarted

Side
I'm in downtown Manhattan
Some down to ride and
Some down to die
These haters getter flattened
This no cappin'
Which means no fables
Periodic tables

of Manhattan
Fantasies I’ve lived in passing
Visions of my dreams that I’ve been redacting
Inhibited feelings turn to fits of passion
In the instant the minute

They Know

Da Band

Too Hot for T.V.

[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad

this the remix

We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta

I'm so high I'm just way up in the sky
Pull up get my passport stamped then I'm on a flight
International Reese window seats what I like
I ain't

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Ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah
The NFL Crew and the Children of the Corn
Comin' straight from Money-Makin' Manhattan
AKA harlem, the home of the hustlas
You

the AK
But I like the MAC-11 by far
I'm from the trenches
I done pulled strings like a goddamn guitar

Pour my cup up, pour my cup up
I been cuttin' up,

motherfucking mind, come here
Mr. Pretty Tony, I mean, you know the rules of the game
I mean Your bitch just chose me
Now, we can settle this like you got some

flatten tracks
Till they match the Manhattan maps they're drafted on
I master songs like I was Ace engineering
Sorry, yo, for scarring your eye I'd hit your

the homelessness[02:11.59]Takes me back to the streets of Manhattan[02:13.54]Can't imagine what it's like to call your home a bridge[02:15.23]But I gotta admit[02:16.05]When you'd

stack hat
Eltham was my Manhattan
Still part of this man's passion
Give a middle finger to the bandwagon
Plan of action
Never meant to do the land damage

Guns Cocked

Choobakka

My Time

gone, it's not like I need see
You act like I can't blow if you don't row wit' me
fuck you G, I did this whole thing by myself
and if not me, tell me who

Sun blocked by my shades
Concierge said
Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious
Like you don't clean dishes
Anything I'll get you Mista
Just